Who are you? What gives you the right?
To seduce lil’ children night after night.
You take our trust and you turn it around,
Painted on your face the frown of a clown.
You’re wicked and evil, a disgusting pervert!
Didn’t it matter to whom you’ve hurt?
Not only your step-daughters but your own lil’ girl!
You’ve altered our lives, you’ve destroyed our world.
You took our dignity, our love our pride,
Would you feel better if we all had died?
Your victims of pleasure that flooded your vein;
You took our virginity and gave us pain,
You know what you did; we all were there,
You didn’t love us nor did you care!
Well, now you’re suffering and soon you will die;
Alone in your grave just you a your lie.
I won’t feel better when this happens to you,
You must tell all and not just a few.
That you’re at fault, that you’re to blame,
You hold the truth the wrong the shame.
God bless your victims of incestuous pray;
Down to the devil is where you will lay,
So, confess to your maker and everyone all,
Tell the truth now before God places your call.
Keri Jopplin
3/17/1991
Revised; 10/9/02
Copyright ©2011
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